With Me in Seattle Bundle Two

by Kristen Proby

  I comply, and Matt runs his hand up my inner thigh to cup my center in his hand. “Good, it’s not too tight.”

  My hands are braced on his shoulders, but he grabs two loops that are hanging shoulder-width apart from the ceiling and pulls until they’re at shoulder height.

  “Hold on to these so you don’t fall.”

  I grip on to the loops and watch him intently. He’s begun to sweat, so he unbuttons his shirt and discards it without a thought, giving me a prime view of his gorgeous chest and abdomen.

  I wish he’d turn around so I can see his firm ass in those pants.

  But I know he won’t.

  He won’t take his eyes off me, not while he’s got me in his ropes.

  He crisscrosses the ropes, tying intricate knots, over my belly and around my back. When he walks behind me, I close my eyes, soaking in the feel of his fingers on my skin, the sound of his breaths, tuning out the eyes watching around the room.

  Only him and me.

  From behind me, he lays kisses across my shoulders and down my spine to my ass, where he presses kisses above each cheek, making me shiver in pleasure.

  God, I want him.

  I want him to make me come right here, in this room, in front of all of these people.

  I want him.

  The ropes loop around my breasts and over my shoulders but not around my neck.

  “How do you feel?” he whispers in my ear, pressing his body along my length.

  “Turned on,” I answer honestly.

  “Good.”

  He circles me twice, checking over his work, and when he’s satisfied that it’s not too tight and the pattern is to his liking, he approaches me and again presses his body to mine, his naked torso against my own.

  “I’m going to tie your hands now,” he whispers against my lips. “If you start to lose balance, just say ‘stop,’ and I’ll readjust. You won’t fall.”

  I smile softly and press a kiss to his lips. “I won’t fall.”

  “God, I love this with you,” he whispers as he traces the ropes with his fingertips. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  He raises my hands up over my head, and the loops I’m holding on to tighten, as though they’re on a pulley. My hands are pulled over my head, but my feet are still comfortably flat on the ground, so I’m not suspended, I’m simply stretched long. When my wrists are touching, he takes one of the loops away and has me clasp my hands together, fingers laced, holding on to just one loop, and begins to thread the ropes around my arms and hands and wrists, making his knots, watching my face. My eyes are trained on his face, enjoying the way his breath has quickened, the slight sheen of sweat on his upper lip, the way he bites his lower lip when he’s working a particularly difficult knot.

  It’s like I’m floating, watching him, enjoying his enjoyment of the moment. My body is humming in anticipation, but my spirit is calm. My heartbeat is thrumming, my blood thick in my veins, and my pussy is as wet as it’s ever been, but my mind is content, and my heart is in love with this man before me.

  I love him.

  When the last knot is cinched, his hands slowly glide down my arms, my sides, up my belly to my breasts. He takes a step back and then kneels in front of me and presses a kiss to my navel piercing, which he’s showcased in a circular series of beautiful red knots.

  He grins and kisses it again, then presses a string of kisses down my abdomen, over my bare pubis, and slips his tongue over my clit.

  I suck in a deep breath and watch helplessly as he does it again, his eyes on fire with lust and pride.

  “Bend your knees,” he commands and lifts me effortlessly, his hands planted on the globes of my bottom, pulling my core toward his face. My hands grip the loop, and I hold on as he tilts my pelvis up, rests my calves on his head and buries his face in my core, sending me straight into a high I’ve never experienced before.

  I cry out as he laps and sucks on my pussy lips, presses his nose on my clit and buries his tongue deep inside me, sending me into the most amazing orgasm of my life.

  Holy fucking hell!

  I’m gasping and writhing as he sets my feet back on the floor and pulls himself up to stand before me. He grips the back of my hair and tilts my head back to devour my mouth with his. I can taste myself on him, and it only turns me on more.

  “Do you know how amazing you are?” he asks, urgency lacing his voice. “Do you have any idea?”

  I can’t answer him. I’m a panting, quivering, sweaty mess.

  With a whispered oath, he digs in his duffel and pulls out scissors and begins to cut the ropes, my hands first.

  “You don’t want to untie me?” I ask breathlessly.

  “No time,” he replies. His face is hard and dark and looks almost…angry.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask. “What did I do?”

  He looks down in shock and visibly takes a long, deep breath, then wraps one arm around my waist and presses himself to me.

  “Nothing, baby. You’re amazing. I don’t have time to untie you because if I don’t get you out of here and home in the next ten minutes, I won’t be responsible for my actions. I need to be inside you, I need to love you, and an hour in a private room isn’t going to do it for me. I need to get you home so I can spend the night showing you what you mean to me.”

  I’m stunned. My mouth has dropped open, and I can only watch as he cuts through the ropes, tossing them aside impatiently. When I’m free, he accepts a blanket from the same dungeon master from earlier and wraps me in it, lifts me into his arms and carries me out of the room and down the stairs. I’m surprised to find that the majority of the people in the house have come upstairs to watch Matt work, but I’m filled with pride, too.

  What he does with ropes is simply beautiful. He makes me feel beautiful.

  I loop my arms around his neck and press kisses to his jaw before tucking my head under his chin, letting him carry me to the car.

  “Thank you.”

  “For?”

  “Tonight.”

  “We’re just getting started, little one.”

  Chapter Ten

  ~Matt~

  I can’t get back to my place fast enough. The ten-minute drive feels like hours. My body is clenched, every muscle tight with lust.

  Fuck me, I want her so bad my teeth ache.

  Seeing her there, in my club, with my ropes wrapped around her, the trust and love coming from her green eyes as I took her body to the edge of sanity and back again, was more than I’ve ever experienced with a woman before.

  My body is drawn to her. I need to feel her flesh against mine. There is no want about it.

  She’s as necessary to me now as breathing.

  She’s still wrapped in the blanket next to me, her clothes tossed carelessly into the back seat.

  “I forgot my sandals,” she exclaims as she sits up straight in the seat and turns her gaze to me.

  “I’ll fetch them for you sometime this week,” I assure her as I pull into my parking garage. I walk around to her door and lift her easily out of the car, carrying her toward the elevator.

  “Is there a camera in this elevator?” she asks casually.

  “No,” I reply.

  “Will you please set me down?”

  I narrow my eyes on her, but she just blinks innocently up at me. I know exactly what she wants to do.

  “I want your mouth on my cock more than just about anything right now, baby, but…” The bell dings, and the doors open to my floor. “We’re already here.”

  She grins and pushes her fingers into my hair, the way she’s been doing all night long. “Killjoy.”

  “I think you’ll change your mind,” I whisper and carry her through my apartment to my bedroom.

  “We’ve never spent the night here,” she comments, looking around.

  “I like your apartment,” I reply with a grin.

  She smiles, her eyes happy. “I like you.”

  “Happy to hear it.” I chuckle and lower her
onto my king-size bed. I reach up for the restraints, but she stops me with a hand on my chest.

  “Wait.” She bites her lip, as though she’s thinking hard about her next words. “I don’t want you to restrain me this time. I want to be able to touch you while you make love to me.”

  Her voice is soft, tender, and I couldn’t deny her if I wanted to. I release the restraints and back away from the bed to shed my clothes quickly and join her.

  She opens her arms in invitation, and I willingly go to her, climb over her small body, rest my pelvis and heavy cock against her core and my elbows on either side of her head.

  “What do you need, sweetheart?” I whisper.

  “You. Just you,” she responds sweetly. She hikes her sexy-as-fuck legs up around my hips, opening herself more to me.

  My cock slides through her slick heat, the tip bumping against her clit as I grind my hips against hers. I reach over for a condom, but she stops me again.

  “I can’t get pregnant, Matt.”

  I gaze down at her sober face and feel my gut tighten. I’ve never gone without suiting up in my life.

  “Birth control?” I ask.

  A shadow moves across her face, but then she nods and smiles. “Yeah, I’m on the pill.”

  “Are you sure you’re okay with this, baby? I don’t mind using them.”

  “I want to feel you,” she whispers and bites her lip.

  I kiss her forehead and grin down into her stunning face. “You feel so fucking good, Nic,” I moan against her lips and then sink down into her, kissing her for all I’m worth. My hands cup her head as my mouth plunders. My body is on fire. Her hands travel lazily up and down my back, leaving trails of sparkling energy down to my ass, where she cups and kneads the muscles there, a low moan coming from her perfect, plump lips.

  “I love your ass,” she mutters before biting my lower lip.

  Jesus, when was the last time a woman touched me while I fucked her?

  When was the last time I made love? I can’t remember. I don’t mind being touched, but rendering a woman helpless while I bring her body to heights she didn’t know she was capable of is the greatest high there is.

  Until Nic. Every experience with her brings me to my knees. I love having her tied up in my ropes, but right now, with her remarkable hands gliding over my body, I’d swear this is the best I’ve ever had.

  During the entire scene at the club and the drive home, all I could think of was getting her here and drilling into her, over and over until I made us both scream, and now that I have her here, I just want to take my time with her, explore her.

  Make her moan and squirm and get lost in what I can do to her body.

  I nuzzle her nose and pull it down her cheek to her ear. “I’m going to make love to you all night, Nicole.”

  “Promise?” she whispers with a grin.

  “Absolutely,” I reply as I brush light kisses down her neck to her shoulder, where I can trace the beautiful pink flowers inked on her skin as I pull free from her body and get ready to take us both to the edge of sanity.

  I drift down to her breasts and settle in to feast on the hard nubs, scraping them with my teeth then soothing them with my tongue. Nic’s hips twist and shift beneath me, pushing against my stomach. I drag my lips down her smooth, tight stomach to her sexy-as-hell piercing and farther still to her core.

  I ate her out not an hour ago, and I can’t wait to do it again.

  When my lips wrap around her clit, her hips buck up, but I grip her with my hands and hold her down against the bed. Her fingers plunge into my hair, and she holds on tightly.

  I hollow my cheeks and pull her pussy lips into my mouth, sucking in a pulsing motion. She digs her heels into my shoulders when I push two fingers inside her and cries out as an orgasm rips through her. Her juices flow around my fingers, and I lap them up like honey.

  Fucking amazing.

  I climb up her body, but before I can push inside her, she plants her hands on my chest and pushes.

  “On your back, detective,” she orders with a grin.

  I smile down at her, kiss her cheek and do as she directs, dragging her with me. She rears up on her knees and pulls her hands—and nails—down my chest to my cock, circles both hands along the length and begins pumping up and down, milking me, watching my face as she drives me mad.

  “Ah fuck, Nic,” I mumble. “Baby, you’re gonna make me…”

  Before I can finish, she smiles smugly and lowers herself to pull the crown of my cock into her mouth and sinks down until I can feel the back of her throat.

  “Holy mother of fuck!” I cry out.

  She bobs up and down, those lips tightening around my dick as she pulls up and sucks, her hand following the motion while the other hand cups and fondles my balls.

  I fall back onto the bed and swear my eyes are crossed. Sparks flare in my vision, the room is spinning and a warm warning sets up residence at the base of my spine.

  Fuck!

  “Nic, if you don’t stop—ah God you’re good at that—I’m going to come, baby.”

  She simply moans and continues until I grip her shoulders and pull her up the length of me, crush my mouth to hers and settle her knees on either side of my hips.

  “You’re going to be the death of me,” I whisper against her.

  She raises herself up, grips the base of my cock in her fist and sinks down onto me, slowly impaling herself inch by delicious inch until I can’t tell where I end and she begins.

  Her head falls back, eyes closed, as she begins to raise and lower herself on me, riding me slowly, clenching that incredible cunt around my cock.

  My God, she’s perfect for me in every way.

  She opens her bright green eyes and smiles as she watches me, hums in happiness as I glide my hands up her thighs to her waist and guide her up and down.

  Finally, I can’t stand being this far from her another moment. I sit up and wrap my arms around her waist, pull her breast into my mouth and suck, sweeping my tongue over the tight nub. My hands find her ass, and I lower her on and off of me as she wraps her arms around my neck and holds on for dear life.

  “Love this,” she murmurs, rocking her hips against mine, as we find a perfect rhythm as old as time.

  Love you, I think to myself. Instead of being completely freaked out and fighting the compulsion to run in the other direction, my heart calms. Now I understand what drives my brothers with their women.

  I get it.

  “Mine,” I whisper.

  “Yours,” she answers and tips her forehead against mine.

  I reach between us and tease her clit with my thumb, and her pussy clenches around me, convulsing and shuddering.

  “Come again for me, baby. Let go,” I murmur, crooning to her, watching her unravel around me.

  Her eyes are pinned to mine as she bears down, grinds her clit against my thumb and comes apart, screaming my name and digging her nails into my shoulders.

  The sweet pulses around my cock pull me in with her and over the edge, coming long and hard inside her, gripping her hips with all my strength.

  She’ll have handprints there later, and I can’t bring myself to give a shit.

  She’s mine.

  ***

  “I can’t believe I let you undress me in a room full of people,” Nic mutters against my chest.

  We’re lying on the bed, my hand drifting lazily up and down her back as her finger traces my abs and over the tattoo on my rib cage.

  She claims to be an ass girl, but she sure has a thing for my stomach.

  “I don’t think we’ll be repeating that,” I respond casually, masking the ball of unease in the belly she’s currently tracing.

  “Okay,” she replies and watches me with bright eyes and flushed cheeks.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper and drag my fingers down her cheek.

  “Talk to me.”

  I lift an eyebrow. “What would you like to talk about?”

  “Tonig
ht. Why won’t we be repeating it?”

  “Because I’m not comfortable with anyone else seeing your body.”

  “But undressing me was your idea,” she reminds me, her voice exasperated.

  “I know, but in hindsight, I’m not comfortable with other men seeing you.”

  “So no more club?” she asks with a frown.

  I grin to myself. So she enjoyed the club.

  “We can go again, if you like, but there won’t be any more demonstrations.”

  “What if you’re asked to demonstrate on someone else?” she asks, her body tight with worry as she waits for my response.

  I tip her head back so I can look her in the eye. “I already told you, you’re the only one I want to touch.”

  “But you’re a master. Don’t you teach?”

  “Yes, but it’s not necessary.”

  “Maybe you can demonstrate with me dressed sometimes,” she suggests and shrugs like it’s no big deal.

  “You’d do that for me?” I ask, cupping her face in my hand.

  “You enjoy it, Matt. The thought of you doing it with someone else brings out my catty side, so, yeah, I’d do it for you.”

  I don’t know what to say. Has anyone who means this much to me ever supported me so completely?

  Only Caleb, but even he can’t understand it completely, as he’s never been in the lifestyle.

  In one quick motion I reverse our positions and tuck her under me, pull my hips back and slip inside her and set to work showing her what her trust and obvious love mean to me.

  ***

  “I’m glad you’re home, man.” I clasp Caleb’s hand and lean in for a man hug, excited to see my brother.

  “It’s only been two weeks, dude. Did Seattle fall apart while we were gone?”

  “No, but it’s much more boring without you and the girls.”

  “Uncle Matt! Mommy and Daddy are home,” Josie informs me happily, hanging on to her mom with desperate arms like she fears her mom just might slip away again.

  “I know, sweetheart. I’m happy to see them, too.”

  “Hey, Matt.”

  “Hey, doll.” I lean in and kiss Bryn’s cheek. She looks happy. Content. “How’s the most beautiful girl in Seattle?”